Gym Story

by putadshere

There's a boxing gym near a major office complex where a lot of guys like to go and work out. Some of the most serious workouts go on over lunch hour when a lot of men pour out of the offices to work off the tensions of their jobs. Most of the men that come there are younger, usually not long out of college and working at the businesses around the area.

The gym includes several rings for boxing and wrestling. There is one particular ring toward the back and off to the side that has become used by guys who want to fight with no rules. People call it the "anything goes" ring. It doesn't get a lot of use because some of the guys that have been there awhile have seen other guys really get hurt there and not that many people are into that -- at least not very often.

When you walk in the locker room you can see that most of the men are dressing for workouts and for sparring. Most wear gym shorts with jocks under cups, some wear boxing trunks. A few just wear nylon running shorts with or without jocks. The ones planning to spar usually wear a cup, sometimes with a jock under it.

Today two people are coming in about the same time. Both look really stressed out. Ryan is a large brown haired man probably 6'3" and very well built. He is hairy with just the beginnings of a spare tire. He is probably about 30. He takes off his suit and puts his wedding ring into his wallet which he slides into the side of his gym bag. He looks like he is planning to do some sparring as he gets out boxing gloves but not the heavily padded ones, these gloves let blows be felt, they are just padded enough for the protection of the hands. He is a handsome man, well built, with a hairy chest and a light tan. He first puts on a Bike jockstrap, then a cup holder with the plastic cup over that. He slips on nylon gym shorts, socks and tennis shoes.

Beside him is something not often seen in the gym: a woman. What a woman she was. Her name was Cynthia and I have been dating her for about 3 months. She is gorgeous. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her nipples were protruding through her sports bra. She's not a large girl, and I'm a bit worried for her, but she says she can handle herself. The entire reason she is here is that she wants to prove what she can do in combat for me.

She says " hi" to Ryan. Ryan smiles back. Often the guys match up for sparring in the locker room. She introduces herself to Ryan. Her name is Cynthia. She tells Ryan he is looking for a sparring partner and wonders if Ryan is too. Ryan says he could go for that but is concerned that he is at least a weight class heavier than Cynthia. Not that he cares, he just plans on using this opportunity to cop a feel, and who could blame him. Cynthia tells him that's really no problem if its OK with Ryan.

At this point Ryan asks Cynthia what ring she likes to work out in. The rings are generally divided by skill level so Ryan is trying to get a feel for what level Cynthia is on. Cynthia tells Ryan that she usually works out at home, but she's been having a tough day, she suggests they go a couple rounds in the "anything goes" ring. Ryan reports he's never done that before and doesn't feel too safe there. He has had a really bad day, though and says that really letting go of some aggression might do him good.

He asks Cynthia "How far do you go?" concerned about how serious it could get. Cynthia says "That's the whole point, Ryan, you take it as far as you can take it, if you aren't ready for that, don't get in the ring."

Ryan has seen people in there before and it got pretty dirty. A lot of the action ended up being low blows, even kicks. But he had always wanted to try it and after all , he had at least 25 pounds on Cynthia and was in just as good a shape.

Ryan finally agrees to go to the ring with Cynthia.

Before the fight begins, cynthia comes up to me and holds me close. "Remember, I'm doing this to show you how badly I want you." I kiss her and she smiles, then retreats to the ring.

The two fighters head for the back ring. When they get there, each goes to one corner. Ryan says, "ready?" and Cynthia replies "lets go."

Ryan moves in guarding himself. One of the special challenges of this ring is that the fighters can't just protect the head and mid-section, they have to try to protect the groin as well. Ryan begins with a couple short jabs to Cynthia's head which land hard. Cynthia backs away when the blows land but moves right back in with a punch to Ryan's gut. Ryan stands firm and swings a looping uppercut that lands in Cynthia's thigh.The satin trunks wrinkle up behind the blow. Cynthia starts to double over a bit but quickly recovers.

Cynthia says to Ryan "remember who landed the first low blow, OK?" Ryan just smiled and said: "you remember who lands the last one." Ryan is confident.

After some jockeying around, Cynthia lands a firm punch on Ryan's chin which cocks his head back and brings his arms up. The outline of Ryans cup is visible underneath the red nylon. Cynthia sees a target there. Cynthia follows up with a punch that comes into the side of Ryan's cup, low in the cup. Cynthia has just slammed the right side of Ryan's cup into his right nut. As the sharp pain vibrates through Ryan's body, his face has a look of shock. He looks down as if he is thinking his cup must not be in place. Cynthia smiles, "those things only help with front blows." Cynthia knows that sometimes the cup can be just another instrument of pain.

Ryan backs away, stooped over, trying to get his breath back. Cynthia drives in and lands a near knockout punch in Ryan's bent over face. Ryan goes down to the mat.

Ryan is on the mat on his back, almost spread eagled. Cynthia walks over standing beside Ryan so she is facing toward Ryan's feet. She lifts her right foot and brings the heel of her shoe down as hard as she can on the front of Ryan's cup. Cynthia repeats the maneuver, stomping her heel into the cup. This time there is a breaking , cracking sound.

Ryan screams in pain. His cup was never meant to absorb this much force and now Ryan thinks Cynthia has broken the cup. That was the sound. Ryan's hand, which is already cupping his aching balls, feels under the shorts and realizes that the cup is broken, split from side to side across the front with a jagged edge just under his cock and above his nuts. Ryan rolls over on his stomach to prevent any more blows. He lies there moaning, finally crawls over to the corner and pulls himself up by the ropes. The look on his face says he is very angry.

Ryan lunges at Cynthia but Cynthia catches him with a right to the stomach followed by another left to the face which puts Ryan back on the mat. Though stunned, Ryan is pulls himself up into a sitting position upright on the mat.

Cynthia takes hold of Ryan's hands holding them up. Ryan is sitting on the mat with his legs spread. Suddenly, Cynthia asks "Ryan, do you have any kids?" Ryan looks terrified as it dawns on him what Cynthia is thinking..

"No I don't, we've just started trying. Please no." Ryan starts squirming trying to pull away but Cynthia holds firm.

After getting Ryan under control, Cynthia smiles. "You know, Ryan, there are some of us who think the world already has too many people."

Ryan started to break down in tears because he knew Cynthia was thinking about ruining his manhood and in the position she was now in, Cynthia could probably do it. Ryan started begging, "Please, Cynthia don't do this to me."

Cynthia looked at him and finally said. "Sorry, Ryan, its time for your vasectomy." Cynthia waited till Ryan was looking at her. She liked to look into her opponents eyes when she took their precious manhood from them forever. She loved the feeling of power and domination the terror in their eyes gave her. She loved the pitiful look they got when they realized their manhood was gone. Cynthia had done this before. In fact, she had quite a collection of jockstraps taken off the men who were no longer real men.

Finally, she swung her heavy shoe back and landed it with all her force in the bottom half of the broken cup. No one but Cynthia knew there was a steel plate in the toe of her shoe. Ryan screamed out in pain, but Cynthia held on to his arms. Ryan tried to bring his legs together but couldn't.

The jagged cup had cut into Ryan's sac just above his balls and below his dick, ripping into the chords that connect his nuts to his body and tearing the tubes that carry his sperm to his dick. The nerves are torn and battered and the pain is enormous.

Cynthia starts repeating the kick into Ryan's battered sac. Cynthia kicked into the broken cup five or six times from slightly different angles, trying to ensure that the plumbing in Ryan's ball sac was completely torn apart. She doesn't want any surgeon repairing it.

Cynthia looks down and realizes that Ryan has passed out. The pain was too much for him. Cynthia learned a long time ago that it was better to work directly on the nerves. But she wasn't completely done yet. She reached down and pulled off Ryan's gym shorts, the broken cup, the ripped cup holder and the torn jockstrap that was still partially wrapped around Ryan's nuts. Cynthia saw the jocks were bloody. The broken cup had cut through the flesh as it had ripped and torn the delicate chords and tubes in Ryan's sac.

Now it was time to destroy the rest of Ryan's manhood.

Cynthia drug Ryan out of the ring onto the concrete beside it and rolled him over on his stomach. She reached down and moved Ryan's cock out of the way so his nuts were lying on the concrete floor. She then waited for Ryan to start to wake up. She wanted him to feel this. She wanted him to know who was doing it to him.

After a few minutes, Ryan did stir and Cynthia got in position. She was going to smash Ryan's balls into the concrete with the heel of her boot. She started stomping his balls with her heel. Sometimes she would get just the left one or just the right one, sometimes both.

First the balls started to swell until one crashing heel smashed them both. Ryan's manhood was gone forever and Cynthia was pleased with herself.

Cynthia waited for Ryan to come to, throwing water on his face as trickles of blood ran onto the concrete floor. Cynthia sat Ryan up against the outside of the ring. Finally Ryan started to come to, crying and moaning, begging Cynthia to stop and asking him why she did this to him. Cynthia reminded him who started it. Cynthia turned Ryan over so she could see his face. With the mass that was Ryan's sac lying on the concrete, Cynthia ground her steel toe into it making sure the balls were completely crushed, the chords and muscles torn apart. She wanted to make sure there was nothing left that could be repaired.

Then Cynthia reached into his white satin trunks, moved his jockstrap to the side and pulled his large and well shaped cock through the leg opening of the white satin trunks. She put her left hand on Ryan's head while holding his now hard cock in her gloved right hand.

"You're not a man any more Ryan, and you never will be"
Cynthia returned to me